Ryen!!!

Ryen!!!

Once again I am speechless.. and no less you gave us 16.K 😳👏

My current mods at the moment, cause we have finally got a little peak 👀 at what happened at the court that day.

But ahh my Yoongs 🙃🥺😩

Doing all the right things to claim my heart as his ♥️

So umm.. Yoongi hit my phone up I’m available all day baby. 😏🫠😚

anytime (3tan) (m) | myg

title: anytime pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that  rating/genre:m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary:your brother is finally back. which makes for a bunch of conflicting worries that you may need to address. warnings: angst, yoongi in general lol, lots of dialogue i’m so sorry, tae being a menace, yoongi on the phone, 3tan sibling scenes!!, thinking thinking, jimin being jimin, masturbation, dirty talk, sl*t mentions, did i say yoongi on the phone?, alcohol, house party, so many interactions, just… yoongi🥺 note: ah.. well. it’s finally here. thank you endlessly to @sugakookitty​​ for being the angel beta you are, and thank you all for being so patient and understanding as i worked on this while still recovering from the writing process of dalo! i know it’s been a minute, so. i worked like hell on this the past week. if you haven’t read any of the three tangerines series yet, i highly recommend reading those first! it will make so much more sense lol note 2: saving the rest of my thoughts for the end bc i have many! just enjoy :D  total word count: 16k+ release date: july 23rd, 2022, 2:17pm est 

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Back to normal.

With the coming of one, singular sunrise, everything has gone back to normal. 

Curling your fingers into worn sheets, you stare unblinking at the space once occupied. At the way the material has bunched in frozen peaks and valleys, previously crinkled by passion and loudly unspoken feelings. 

Whatever transpired just hours ago will be imprinted on your soul forever. You may even wear it on your sleeve, if only to remind yourself that something shifted between the hours of suspense and shelter. 

Because Yoongi didn’t just let you into his place last night. 

He let you into his heart. 

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🥵🥵

he is giving me major hot boyfriend vibes 

@jjkeverlast

UNEXPECTED LOVERS | myg

-> pairing artist!yoongi x female reader

-> genre fake dating!au, romantic comedy

-> summary what happens when you meet min yoongi at the club, or well accidentally use him as your pawn to not get hit on. not knowing your cousins friend overhears and suddenly your whole family knows.

-> word count 8.7k

-> warnings angst (it's slightly heavy), denial, swearing, alcohol consumption, jealousy, smut (unprotected sex), fingering, exhibitionism, oral (m. receiving), soft dom!yoongi, fluff in the end :'), time gap!!

PART 2 OUT OF 2 | PART 1

The rest of the evening is a blur. You see Yoongi maybe once or twice, chatting with Aunt Pamela, her showing pictures of what you guess is Kimchi. Why did it suddenly feel stuffy between you? Whenever he found you staring at him, he turned his eyes elsewhere as if looking at you would cause damage. You decide to distract yourself from the aching pain in your chest – mostly your heart. Seokjin is a great company for a few hours and so is Sam and Philip. It cheered you up more until they brought in Yoongi’s name, asking where he was. You brush them off, internally wanting to find Yoongi but what could you say? It’s not like he liked you, no, maybe he was just too into playing the role of your boyfriend. It’s a thing right? These things always happen when two people decide to fake date. 

The arena was slowly becoming emptier by the hours passing and Yoongi was still not in sight. You couldn’t help but feel worried. Hurriedly you walked to the hotel room and the room was empty, emptier than before. Yoongi’s suitcase was gone, only a note on the bed was left. 

Sorry, work called. 

It hurt. Yoongi left without saying goodbye, although it seemed as if he already did when he left you stranded on the dance floor after your lips slightly brushed. Was that why he left? You took the note, crumbling it into pieces, growing angry at his act. He had no right to just walk away. With no warning, no, nothing. You heard a knock on the door and some part of you hoped deep down it was Yoongi. He probably regrets leaving and now he’s come back to apologize. Oh did you wish that were true, but instead it was Marco. 

‘’Oh, hi Marco.’’ Your greeting must’ve given the wrong signal because you only received a weird and slightly offended reaction from him. 

‘’Were you expecting someone else?’’ Yes. Of course you did. For whatever reason you wished Yoongi was still here, maybe you just got used to having him around. 

‘’No, come on in.’’ Marco didn’t hesitate, walking in sync with you to the bedroom. 

‘’Weren’t you sharing a room with Mr. Min?’’ Marco is trying to joke with you seeing your less happy state than earlier and it does not work. 

‘’Work called, so he left.’’ The words stung leaving your mouth and Marco, knowing you well, noticed. ‘’Fucking asshole.’’ Marco muttered under his breath but truth be told, you were the asshole. You somehow hurt Yoongi and the worst part was you didn’t even know what did it. 

At least you were seeing him again on Monday for the suit design, maybe then you’ll have a decent talk about what happened back on the dance floor and you for sure hoped he would cooperate. 

You were early, for once in your life. The reason behind that being you barely slept. The morning after Yoongi had left, you were stormed with questions about Yoongi’s whereabouts. It was killing you and on the flight home you ended up puking, your lie breaking you completely. Amanda didn’t question your worn out state, seeing you were the last one in the mood to speak. Instead you heard about Amanda’s pleasant weekend which she spent with the cute bartender, who’s actually her boyfriend now. 

‘’And then Hoseok took me out for a romantic picnic.’’ Hearing all the sappy cliché shit Amanda experienced made you happy for her but somehow also wanting to gag out of jealousy. You only kept humming in response and Amanda didn’t stop. 

‘’This might be a big TMI… but he’s really good with his hands. Explains how he’s so good at making drinks.’’ 

‘’Amanda! That was a big TMI!’’ 

‘’What was?’’ You see Yoongi lean onto the doorframe, him wearing an oversized green flannel, a white t-shirt and denim oversized washed jeans. His choice of fashion, of course, has to be killer and kill you in the process. 

‘’Yoongi! Ugh it’s just stupid girl talk about men… I’m sure you don’t wanna hear about it.’’ Amanda is the queen of letting things slide, so it didn’t surprise you when Yoongi didn’t ask further, instead standing with Amanda going over the last details of the suit. The suit was soon done and Yoongi thanked you both, sending butterflies directly your way. You couldn’t help but smile but got reminded of the hurt you felt when he left. He seems surprisingly fine for someone who looked hurt not even two days ago. It bugged you. Not because you wanted Yoongi to feel hurt, it just showed it was all in your head. He was never hurt in the first place. He got clearly uncomfortable about the almost kiss. You interrupt your thoughts seeing Yoongi left, he left without a warning towards you, only Amanda. Something is still off between you, and you rush to catch him before he leaves for good. 

‘’Yoongs!’’ Fuck, maybe calling him his nickname is a bad timing. But the nickname just slipped out as soon as you saw his figure exciting the building. To your surprise, Yoongi doesn’t turn, he continues his route home and you immediately get thrown back to the night he left you after saving you at the club. No, you’re not going to let him leave this time. 

Running in heels is hard, but you sacrifice the aching pain in your feet and run to catch up to Yoongi. Finally grabbing him in the arm making him flinch but finally turning to see you. 

‘’Yoongi.’’ You’re panting right after, holding up a finger to catch your breath, firmly holding onto Yoongi so he doesn’t walk away. He patiently waits for you and when you can form your words you look at him.

‘’You left.’’ 

Yoongi doesn’t respond and you take it as a sign to continue. 

‘’Why, why did you leave?’’ You seem to lose eye contact, looking down onto the sidewalk instead. 

‘’Y/N, you know why.’’ His words shock you, did you really know? You have an idea of what he could be referring to, but still this is Yoongi, you want to be sure. 

‘’I.. I have an idea.’’ You feel small all of a sudden. You don’t want to hurt Yoongi or even worse yourself, and it’s not going as well as you were hoping. 

‘’Then you know why I left.’’ Yoongi is about to walk away again, but you stop him, grabbing onto him yet again. 

‘’Wait… just tell me. Please just tell me why you left.’’ You are still confused, especially since Yoongi is hiding the very obvious fact, which you seem to not know. 

‘’Are you really gonna make me say it?’’ Yoongi’s tone indicates he’s irritated. But you need to know. So, you nod in response, finally gaining enough courage to look at him again. 

‘’I like you Y/N, thought it was pretty obvious when I tried to kiss you.’’ Your mouth can’t help but drop, his words sending a heat wave through your body. Yoongi likes you… Why is that so hard for you to believe? Oh right. You’re incapable of love. Once Yoongi finds out who you truly are he’s going to leave and you can’t let that happen. You wish your words turned into a reciprocation of his own, but the little voice in the back of your head tells you to run. 

‘’I–’’ You choke on your own words and again, the familiar hurt in Yoongi’s eyes return. His lips don’t move, remaining in a straight line. 

‘’That’s why I left Y/N. You clearly don’t feel the same way. I’m such an idiot for thinking you did.’’ He shakes his head and before you can stop him, he turns and leaves, just like he did back at the wedding. 

You fucked up. You fucked up so bad. 

Since the suit got delivered to Yoongi there wasn’t any contact between you. A day didn’t pass where you didn’t mentally slap yourself for not admitting your feelings to him. Of course you like him. Yoongi is such a kind soul and so beautiful; how could someone not fall for him? You try to distract yourself by going clubbing with Amanda, and of course it’s the club where you first met Yoongi – or well Hoseok’s workplace. You feel uneasy, sitting so close to the stools where Yoongi and you sat not long ago. His rings on full display and you couldn’t help but gawke at them. The way he called you ‘my girl’ gave you instant butterflies and you tried your best to keep your cool. You smile, while thinking back to it and Amanda is too busy to notice, by admiring her boyfriend shaking the cups together. You want to work on yourself, work on this ideal image you have of love and find your worth. Some part of you knew that your worth had been ruined by your mother’s words for as long as you remember. Even Amanda knew how much your mother had an impact on the way you see yourself. 

‘’Y/N?’’ You look up seeing Amanda with a concerned expression. Hoseok was nowhere to be seen – probably taking orders from the corner of the bar. 

‘’You don’t look okay.’’ Amanda could read you like a book.You are far from okay and she can see it. You don’t really feel like telling her this instant of what’s been going on, instead you tell her you’re tired since your last project and you just need to rest. Amanda is quick to let you go, also because she is very busy with her handsome boyfriend. 

It doesn’t take long for you to get home, the club is placed pretty close to your apartment. Sitting in your apartment in complete silence doesn’t help the hurt you’re going through. In all honesty you were just scared. Growing up love and affection wasn’t shown as much as you’d wished. It later affected your love life, finding random hookups on apps to just feel something, anything.

At some point you accepted that this was your fate. Your fate was that you’ll never get chosen, you’ll be the person on the sideline helping people realize they’re in love with someone else. You were like the second female lead in every k-drama you’d watched. You wanted to feel love, actual decent love but again, is someone even capable of liking you, loving you? Your mother pushed you too much, to the point where love seemed unrealistic. Like an image popping up in your brain but quickly fading into something else.

That’s how you perceive love and it’ll remain as a scar on your body. You never felt butterflies, or a rush sent directly to your cheeks until… until you met him. Min Yoongi.

It was so unexpected. Suddenly you were pulled together and it remained like this, almost as if your souls were connected since you pointed at him randomly to a stranger. Weird.

You never saw that in a romantic comedy, normally the first encounters of the two strangers are so cliché. Yours and Yoongi feel that way too but you’re not mad about it. On the other hand you find yourself smiling a bit, reminiscing back to when you and Yoongi had an accidental pillow fight or when you and Aunt Bridget caught him naked and her comment about his… oh god.

Fuck, how could your small internal voice mess up something that was so good? Every part of you wanted Yoongi, you know that, you knew that since he was the first you caught onto in a full crowded club.

When the three words left his lips you felt dizzy, your head couldn’t comprehend that someone and especially someone you wanted deep down to like you, did. It hurt, it hurt so badly that your heart wasn’t even beating as much. You felt empty, guilty and overall hopeless.

You fucked up for good. Yoongi will never just as much look at you again, now you are gaining butterflies thinking back to the sparkle that kept reappearing in his eyes. The sparkle you found yourself growing so fond of. You’ll never see it again. The night ends with you falling asleep, fully dressed on your couch, too tired to get up and do something about your appearance. 

Yoongi’s exhibition was nearing, you wish you could go but it would be wrong to ruin his day by showing up, reminding him of the hurt you caused by simply not responding to his confession. He doesn’t need that. 

You’ve been stuck in your apartment since you went out clubbing with Amanda, your phone kept blowing up with texts from her, her clearly being worried over you calling sick for work. You love to work and now you suddenly don’t. You’re so consumed into reflecting that working is the last thing you can do. But, the cons of staying home for so long is running out of food very quickly. Well, the local supermarket is not far away and it’s almost night. You don’t bother changing into something more presentable, instead keeping your oversized not-at-all stained t-shirt and sweats. With headphones on, you walk out after writing a small list of items you’re missing. 

The supermarket is almost stranded, it looks like every supermarket in zombie films or the world has ended and one person survived, in this case you. The man at the cashier looks tired and he’s almost falling asleep on his palm. Poor guy, you can’t help but think, so for his sake you decide to be quick. You’re strolling through each aisle, picking one or two items calmly with your headphones on, playing your favorite songs on shuffle. 

You look down on your list, seeing you’re missing vegetables and fruit, so you walk towards the greens. The first fruit that catches your eye is avocado. Huh. That’s really funny universe, you can stop the ‘you need to be reminded of him constantly’ bullshit. You look up giving direct contact to the ceiling and inwardly scolding the universe for this sappy bullshit. Enough is enough. Oh how did you speak too soon…

You see him, Yoongi, checking if the eggs are cracked further away from you. You are surprised that you find yourself at the same place and time as Yoongi, once again. Only this time, he’s not a so-called stranger anymore. But seeing him from a distance, it feels as if you two never knew each other and that stings a bit but what really cracks for you is the woman coming up to him with a cart. You don’t really catch on to their conversation but Yoongi seems more relaxed than last time you saw him. His smile, for once, is visible. His gummy smile, you gulp at the sight and you remember how you can’t let him see you, not in this state and especially not when he’s with his new girlfriend! You’re quick to grab the missing vegetables on the list and the almost sleepy man is quicker than you expected. You keep looking back, praying Yoongi and his girlfriend aren’t done with the groceries yet. To your luck they aren’t and you leave with no trouble.

The only trouble that accumulates are your feelings. You’ve officially lost him. There was no hope for the both of you and it was your fault. You were so scared to the point you pushed the one good thing you had in your life and now he’s found someone. Someone who likes him for him and he likes her for her, good for him. He deserves this. 

You smile, yet tears stain your cheeks as you unpack the groceries. You’re fine Y/N, it’ll pass, these things always happen to people like us, it’s okay. You keep reassuring yourself until you're wrapped under your warm duvet, your eyes resting. 

It’s today. Yoongi is having his exhibition and you just want to distract yourself from that. Knowing how he already looks in a suit, you imagine him in the suit you personally designed for him, his girlfriend will be pleased with that sight. It’s weird how bitter you feel when the thought of ‘Yoongi’s girlfriend’ pops up. Amanda is quick to catch unto your weird behavior, she knew it all started since you came back from the wedding, what the fuck happened? Of course Amanda can’t help but think your mother got to your head again and this time you really took her words to heart. This explains Amanda inviting you over to her place for some wine, or her way of saying ‘you need to speak up or I will.’ 

Which is why you’re currently at Amanda’s apartment, sitting comfortably on her white couch while she pours two glasses. 

‘’How are you and Hoseok?’’ You’re curious as well, Amanda babbles non stop about him but it distracts you from your pain, knowing a person you care for is happy. 

‘’We’re doing well. He really makes me happy.’’ 

‘’You deserve it. I’m happy for you.’’ Amanda smiles as she sits next to you, handing a glass to you. 

‘’Y/N, I need you to speak up.’’ She looks extremely worried and at this point you feel bad. You hid this huge secret from a loyal and beautiful friend who’s been there for you ever since you two became colleagues. 

‘’Okay, but I just want to start off by saying I had a reason for not telling you any sooner, okay?’’ She nods, sipping casually on her wine and you let out a deep breath starting from the beginning. Talking about how it all started caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach, the images flashing in your brain over every small moment you shared with Yoongi the week before the wedding. Amanda giggles when you tell her about the PowerPoint you specifically made for Yoongi. 

‘’That is such a you thing to do!’’ 

She’s right, it’s always been in you to make silly PowerPoints who turn out super helpful. Hearing Amanda saying it’s a you thing made you slowly begin to realize that you’ve truly been yourself around Yoongi. Before you can reflect further, you continue telling what happened, from the plane scene and you making rules to finding out there was only bed for you two to share. 

‘’Y/N, I’m gonna have to stop you for a moment. You’re telling me you’ve experienced the ‘there’s only bed’ trope? What are you, living in some sort of romance novel?’’ It only makes you laugh, because it’s indeed silly how you and Yoongi experienced such a cliché thing on the trip and Amanda really made you realize that. 

‘’He was so scared, like to the point he made a pillow barrier between us.’’ 

‘’What? You’re kidding!’’ She throws her head back laughing and it becomes uncontrollable when you tell her the pillow ripped in two. 

‘’You guys had a lot of fun.’’ You nod in agreement. You really did have fun, the both of you. 

She encourages you to continue and you explain the rehearsal dinner and your mother’s behavior, but that Yoongi was comforting you in the best way so it didn’t affect you as much. Amanda smiles kindly when you go in depth of how well Yoongi communicated with your family members and especially Aunt Pamela. 

‘’Amanda you should’ve seen it, never in my life have I seen Pamela talk as much!’’ Your eyes light up, you becoming overly joyful at the interaction between them. It really made your heart flutter. 

‘’Oh and then, Aunt Bridget and I, we, um, caught… Yoongi naked.’’ Amanda ends up choking on her wine, her eyes becoming more visible. 

‘’W-what!?’’ She’s in shock. Your lips move to a straight line not knowing what to say. 

‘’Was he…’’ She quirks her eyebrows and you stop her before she can continue.

‘’Amanda!’’ She only snorts in return and you continue afterwards, reaching to the not-so-good part of the adventure. It’s hard to formulate that intimate moment you shared on the dance floor but once it’s out you have Amanda almost screaming in front of you.

‘’You almost kissed?! And you fucking pulled away?! What the fuck!!!’’ You stare at her blankly, didn’t really peg her for the shipper kind of person but she seemed way too invested in this. 

‘’I– I was scared, okay? Remember we set rules and one of them was no kissing!’’ You argue your way out of your scaredy cat moment but Amanda only rolls her eyes at your stupid comeback. 

‘’You’re ridiculous Y/N, clearly that moment was real between you. No fake dating, just you and Yoongi.’’ You lose all your words, aware of Amanda’s reason. She was absolutely right. Yoongi wouldn’t have tried to kiss you if it weren’t real. 

‘’You’re right.’’ You let your head fall backwards, letting out a long awaited sigh. ‘’Amanda, that day in the office? When the suit was done?’’ You turn to look at her and her face screams like a puzzle, not knowing where you’re going with this.

‘’What about it?’’

‘’He told me he likes me.’’ Your heartbeat increases with your words. He likes you, or well, liked past tense. 

‘’What the fuck are you doing here then? Go after him!’’ Amanda encourages you and you wish deeply it was that easy. 

‘’Amanda… it’s not that easy.’’ Amanda again looks like a lost puppy and you continue to fill her confused mind. ‘’I saw him with someone two days ago, a woman.’’ 

Amanda grunts in annoyance and you only hum in response, knowing it’s too late. 

‘’Are you sure they’re dating?’’ 

‘’I mean, he was smiling a lot.’’ 

‘’You’re telling me that just because Yoongi smiled, that they’re dating? Y/N you sound ridiculous!’’ 

‘’Well, they- they might?’’ You’re careful with your words, cause you sure as hell sound dumb right now and the look of Amanda proves it. 

‘’Y/N, you can never be sure, seriously if I were you I’d run to the exhibition right now and confess. Please, everyone can tell you like Yoongi just stop being an idiot and go!’’ Amanda’s encouragement definitely helps you. You nod, grabbing all your things and rushing out towards the exhibition. You look at the time and see that Yoongi is about to start his exhibition, shit you can’t miss it. Taking an Uber will certainly get you late although your legs might save you. So you run, run as fast as your body can, with only one thing on your mind, Yoongi. Min Yoongi, the unexpected stranger and fake boyfriend who makes you smile, gain butterflies and is a king at annoying you. 

Running to the exhibition feels like hours on end, but when you finally arrive and see Yoongi standing next to a painting, covered with a white sheet, the pain in your feet was all worth it. Yoongi looks amazing, mesmerizing even. His brown hair is pushed back and he’s wearing… glasses. You don’t even know how long you’re standing outside the art gallery before stepping in, because Yoongi’s presence so near you, made your heart almost full even though you haven’t confessed to him yet. 

You finally enter the art gallery and sneak behind the very full crowd, standing in a half circle around Yoongi. He doesn’t notice you, which is why you hide yourself behind two tall men in the first place. It’s his night and you don’t want to ruin it. 

‘’Thank you so much for attending my ever first exhibition!’’ Yoongi exclaims and people around him start clapping and cheering him on, his gummy smile on full display. You can’t help but feel proud of him, so many people are here to see his work, his art. 

‘’I’d personally also like to thank Kim Namjoon, for being the first to ever set eye on my art and making this exhibition possible.’’ Everyone turns and Namjoon bows with a smile, while people cheer – you included. 

‘’The painting I’m about to show you is called Fake Love. It’s a very personal piece and I’m very excited for you to see it!’’ With that, Yoongi pulls on the white sheet and the painting is now on full display. People are quick to cheer and nod in awe of Yoongi’s art. 

Everyone starts to part ways and explore his other paintings, set out around the art gallery. He greets a few of them as they pass and compliment his work. You see Seokjin praising Yoongi for his art with a pat on the back. Yoongi is blushing and is probably not believing his favorite actor is commenting on his work. 

It takes a lot of courage for you to step closer to Yoongi. Seokjin just left to look around further and now was the perfect opportunity to confess. 

‘’Hi.’’ You stand a few meters away to keep a fair distance. Yoongi sets eyes on you and his mouth drops.

‘’Y-Y/N… What are you doing here?’’ He seems nervous all of a sudden, so you decide to smile to ease the intense atmosphere around you. 

‘’I couldn’t miss it.’’ You reason and Yoongi seems relieved by your answer but also a bit disappointed. He looks away, his brown eyes now looking at the hardwood floor. 

‘’That’s not the only reason I came.’’ That surely catches Yoongi’s attention and you’re met with hopeful eyes. 

‘’It’s not?’’ You shake your head no before continuing.

‘’I came to tell you that, I like you Min Yoongi.’’ 

‘’But you… At Fashlance..’’ Yoongi is mumbling all sorts of commission, not believing you like him too. 

‘’I was scared, a part of me still is but I’m willing to go all in.’’ You move a bit closer, him not moving an inch in response. 

‘’Scared?’’ 

‘’I… well I always thought I was incapable of love so that’s why it seemed unbelievable that you liked me too. I fleeted to avoid the hurt.’’ This time Yoongi steps closer to you, his thumb pressing onto your cheek, saving your tear from falling further. You didn’t even notice you were crying. 

‘’Hey, I like you for you and I’m scared too! Dating is so fucking scary, trust me! But it’s worth it, if it means I get to experience it with you.’’ The sparkle you so dearly missed is back in Yoongi’s eyes and you smile at the sight. 

‘’I would love that.’’ Yoongi is pulling further in and as your lips brush against each other, you pull away. 

‘’Is this a weird timing to ask if you’re seeing someone?’’ Yoongi looks at you dumbfounded and you mentally scold yourself for ruining such a perfect moment. 

‘’I saw you with someone… at the supermarket.’’ 

‘’Oh, you mean my sister?’’ You really are dumb. Instead you both laugh it off, Yoongi’s hands each resting on your cheeks. ‘’Can I kiss you now?’’ You nod and his lips land on yours. They feel soft and plumb against your own. Yoongi’s smile is prominent as his lips as they rest on yours. The kiss is tender and you finally feel whole. You both move in sync before pulling away. His forehead is resting against yours and you’re met with his smile that causes butterflies. 

‘’Finally!’’ 

You see Seokjin clapping cheerfully. Did he just see you and Yoongi kiss? Your cheeks grow hot out of embarrassment and you hide in Yoongi’s chest. 

‘’Oh, Y/N, calm down I didn’t see everything.’’ Seokjin throws in, knowing you always try to hide when you grow embarrassed. Yoongi’s chest vibrates as he laughs at your silly act. 

‘’I told him everything, he knows.’’ That makes you shoot your head up quickly, Seokjin waving jazz hands at you. You stare at him blankly not knowing what’s more embarrassing, him knowing you made Yoongi your fake boyfriend or the fact he saw the two of you kiss. 

‘’I mean, your acting was so great you two fell for each other!’’ Seokjin jokes and you all three giggle at it. The ambiance is much more comfortable and even lighter than before. 

‘’Yoongi, I think there’s something you need to tell Ms. Y/N.’’ With a smirk Seokjin leaves you standing next to his painting.

‘’I.. um, made this.’’ He points to the ‘Fake Love’ painting and seeing it up close makes you realize how talented Yoongi really is as an artist. The coats of painting melting all together creating a unique image. 

‘’When I left, I was hurt and to cope with it, I painted this.’’ The title immediately makes sense to you, he was referring to the fake dating and the hurt you caused him. You can’t help but tear up as the guilt eats you but Yoongi is quick to reassure you.

‘’Hey, I’m okay now. I’m glad you came and told me, really.’’ A small peck is given by him and you smile softly. 

Yoongi and you walk through his exhibition, Yoongi explains the meaning behind his paintings with love and admiration and you notice the sparkle in his eyes when he looks at his art. 

‘’I’ve noticed something.’’ He turns looking at you, the sparkle as bright as ever.

‘’You have this sparkle in your eyes, it’s beautiful.’’ You move closer, looking at it and Yoongi smiles with care.

‘’It appears when I look at something I admire.’’ He reasons and your cheeks grow hot, knowing it appears when he looks at you.

‘’That means you…’’ You bite back a smile, not knowing how to take in such words from him. You were overly giddy and you couldn’t believe Yoongi was finally yours. 

‘’I admire you Y/N. I have from the very beginning.’’ You don’t answer, instead you let your lips touch once more. Somehow the kiss turns heated and Yoongi nibbles on your bottom lip with his tongue. You can feel yourself growing hot over having Yoongi so close to you but again, you were at an exhibition. His to be exact. 

‘’Mmm– we’re in public.’’ You whisper as you pull back and Yoongi looks around, noticing some guests have already left. 

‘’I know, I know…’’ He leans in again, capturing your lips with his and you laugh but punch him lightly in the shoulder, making him pull away in an instant. 

‘’Min Yoongi! I am serious!’’ 

‘’Okay, just, wait here.’’ You’re confused when he leaves you mid in front of one of his paintings. You instead take the time to really admire his work, noticing the very small details and before you know it, Yoongi is back with a smirk on his face. 

‘’Everyone left.’’ He gets all giddy and you notice the now very empty art gallery. 

‘’Oh.’’ You're at a loss for words, the smirk on Yoongi’s face not disappearing, instead he leads you back to the Fake Love painting. 

‘’What now?’’ The lights have dimmed and you notice that Stigma is closed. You expect Yoongi to grab his things so you both can leave and celebrate him somewhere else, but that’s not exactly what he has in mind. 

‘’I want you to keep looking at the painting.’’ Your brows grow closer but obeying either way. Yoongi moves behind you, his arms wrapping around your figure and his chin resting on your shoulder. The warmth of Yoongi’s body so close to yours makes all your fears and insecurities vanish slowly the longer he holds onto you. His intentions clear as a blue sky that he’ll never let you go. 

‘’This feels nice.’’ Your hands rest on his, noticing his rings and fiddling with them. 

He hums in agreement and you turn your head a bit noticing the blush and yet again smirk on Yoongi’s face. He’s up to something and you suddenly grow nervous. 

‘’Keep looking.’’ You keep your eyes settled on the painting. Yoongi’s hand moves towards the waistband of your jeans, you’re quick to notice turning your head down. 

‘’Y/N. What did I tell you?’’ 

‘’But what are you–’’

‘’Just trust me. Keep looking at it.’’ Your head moves slowly up, eyes fixated on the painting once again. Yoongi lifts your shirt a bit, his cold fingers tracing small circles onto your stomach. You bite your lip, trying your best to remain focused on his art rather than his hand going further down and reaching your zipper. You swallow the forming clump in your throat, not believing Yoongi is touching you so sensually at an art gallery. But somehow, you don’t stop him, letting your body and mind trust him completely.

‘’Tell me what you see.’’ He whispers, his lips trailing on your ear, biting your earlobe softly. You inhale deeply, ‘’I see a heart, it’s almost fading, as if it’s transparent.’’ With that your zipper goes undone and Yoongi’s hand caresses your underwear. To make it even worse for you, his lips leave trails of kisses along your exposed neck, you can’t help but tilt your head out of reflex making him lightly chuckle. 

‘’Continue, I didn’t tell you to stop did I?’’ Yoongi’s tone immediately sends a rush in your body and you obey. ‘’There’s a shadow, it looks like a couple. They’re dancing in the middle of–’’ Your voice gets startled by Yoongi dragging his finger across your folds, his lips never leaving your neck. 

‘’Yoongs–’’ You try your best to keep your eyes on the painting but the contact of Yoongi’s slick fingers on your wet cunt, doesn’t help you to remain ‘focused’. 

‘’Mmm.’’ Yoongi keeps teasing you, his fingers only tracing against your wet folds, as if they didn’t dare enter. You were guessing you had to keep describing the painting for him to continue pleasuring you, using only his fingers. The fingers you’ve found yourself thirsting over since the beginning. ‘’They’re dancing, just like we did at the wedding.’’ Yoongi hums in response as if you’re correct and when you really catch on that he painted the both of you while his heart was hurting? You realize how true Yoongi’s feelings are towards you. It was never fake and surely his fingers caressing you are very real. So fucking real.

‘’You’re doing so well Y/N.’’ As his breath lands hot on the nape of your neck, his middle finger slides in with ease, filling you up nicely. Your mouth agape, a moan daring to leave your mouth but you swallow it with pride, trying your best to continue. 

‘’I like, I like what you did with the strokes of the brush.’’ 

‘’Thank you. Want me to show you how I did it?’’ You nod hesitantly, scared your focus will disappear in an instant as soon as he will show you just how he did it. 

‘’First I lightly stroked the brush against the canvas.’’ His finger goes back to stroking on your wet folds, now in a delicate gentle way, a muffled moan escaping you, your eyes about to close to fully enjoy the pleasure his fingers are giving you. 

‘’Then I dragged it all around, covering the whole canvas in paint.’’ Two fingers insert themselves and your head leans back, the stretch making you lose all focus of the art in front of you. The cold metal from his rings makes contact with your heat, which sends an unexpected shiver. Yoongi’s pace is slow but hypnotic. Your brain is all blurred yet your eyes capture all that he’s doing to you at this moment. He’s too focused to notice how you’ve leaned on him, not setting your eyes on what’s in front of you. 

‘’Fuck–’’ Followed by a moan from you, angelic, Yoongi would call it. His fingers are causing you so much pleasure and he can’t believe how well you’re taking them. Letting him do whatever he pleases. 

‘’Y/N,’’ with his other hand, he grabs the nape of your neck, pushing it upwards to face it, ‘’keep looking at it. Don’t ever stop looking at it.’’ You breathlessly respond with a low okay, his fingers never slowing down. His palm rubs itself onto your clit adding friction making you whimper, knowing if he keeps this up you’ll come undone over his fingers and coat him with your arousal. 

‘’Fuck Y/N, hear how wet you are.’’ The room goes quiet, the only noise filling it is Yoongi’s fingers pumping in and out of you, hearing clearly how wet you are and the sounds following right after. 

‘’Mmm–’’ The familiar knot appears in the pit of your stomach and you clung onto Yoongi’s moving arm, warning him that if he indeed continues you won’t be able to hold back. 

‘’I want you to. Please, fuck, come all over them.’’ His pace continues, the friction on your clit building up your orgasm wanting to unleash. Your eyes almost go blurry, a whimper escaping your lips as you finally coat Yoongi’s awaiting fingers with every drop of your arousal. He lets them rest inside of you, pleased by how warm you feel. 

‘’You did so well.’’ You receive a small kiss to the temple by Yoongi and he removes his fingers guiding them towards his mouth and savoring up your coated arousal. 

You’re speechless over how much Yoongi is loving every single drop of you. You’re still trying to comprehend how you let Yoongi finger fuck you in the middle of Kim Namjoon’s art gallery. 

‘’Now, I’m gonna take you home.’’ His gummy smile reappears and you are astounded by the duality of Min Yoongi. As if everything he just said now was a completely different person, the Yoongi you remember is a soft soul and that was not Yoongi. 

‘’O-okay.’’ He grabs your hand and you both finally walk out of Stigma. 

The ride home is pleasant, exchanged with ongoing conversations from what you both missed out on. ‘’I can’t believe you thought my sister was my girlfriend.’’ You grow embarrassed, remembering how you were so scared you’d look like a fool if they caught you in that state at the local supermarket. ‘’Don’t remind me!’’ You pout, crossing your arms trying your best to act offended. Yoongi only admires your attempt, caressing your cheek with his hand. ‘’You’re so cute.’’ 

Yoongi’s apartment is bigger than you expected. It’s a clean space and art pieces hanging on the white walls in the hallway. There’s a certain comfort to his apartment and you already feel much at home – also because you’re in the company of Yoongi. He leads you to his room after you’ve taken your coat off. As he takes the suit off, you notice the outline of his back muscles as he places it in his closet. You know that everything between you is good now, but then again, you want to show just how sorry you are for not speaking up sooner to Yoongi. 

‘’Yoongs?’’ You call out shyly, scared of how he’ll react to what you’re about to do. He turns, being met with your hands landing unto his chest, rubbing it softly. He blushes from your touches and how your palm feels hot against his skin, even though the fabric of the shirt stands in between. 

‘’Can I show you?’’  You start out by asking, taking in his expressions to your words. 

‘’Show me?’’ He repeats your words, indicating he’s uncertain of where this is leading. 

‘’Yes, let me show you just how sorry I am.’’ Yoongi doesn’t even get a chance to respond because you drop down to your knees, looking up to make sure he’s approving of this. 

‘’Fuck Y/N–’’ You smile at his instant reaction at your sudden act. You couldn’t stop thinking about making him feel so good after you saw the painting on full display at the art gallery. Now you’ve finally got him above you, waiting for your mouth to give him an unforgivable pleasure. You’re in such a hurry, not wanting to slow down in the process of removing his clothes. You’ve waited all afternoon to finally feel him in your mouth and get a taste of him. But the zipper becomes your worst enemy, staying put not daring to get pulled. ‘’Hey, Y/N, it’s okay.’’ Yoongi reassures you, seeing your clear struggle with his zipper. 

‘’Fuck, I’ve been waiting all afternoon.’’ You let out your struggles and when it finally comes undone you’re surprised to see Yoongi’s already hardened cock. 

‘’How’d you get hard so fast?’’ You look up, cupping his cock in your palm through the fabric and he hisses from the contact before giving you a response, ‘’The way you just couldn’t wait to get me in your mouth.’’ 

‘’I really can’t.’’ You pull his underwear down, being met with his cock, a sight that’s not unfamiliar. Only this time it’s on purpose for you to see him. You spit on your palm, dragging it over his cock, now glistening in your spit before you guide it towards your mouth. Yoongi’s hands are gently holding your hair, forming a messy bun so it doesn’t get in the way. He lets you explore his cock, your tongue running flatly from his base till his tip, coating him with more of your spit. You look up to see Yoongi already looking down at you, a half smirk on his face as his mouth is slightly agape from the pleasure which your tongue caused him. You notice the pre-cum on his tip, smearing it on your lips, finally taking the tip into your mouth. Yoongi moans, not believing how you are so willing to make him feel good. He can’t stop looking at you taking him almost all the way, using your hand for what you can’t reach. You try your best for him, inviting him all the way in and hollowing your cheeks as you suck him nicely, your lips running on the veins of his cock. 

‘’Ah– you look so fucking pretty.’’ You look up at him, his eyes still looking at every movement. Your mouth moves back to his tip, your tongue circling around it making Yoongi grab tightly onto your hair. Moving your hand towards his balls, gently playing with them. Yoongi loses all his words, the pleasure completely overcoming him and as his orgasm builds up his mind starts seeing you sprawled all over the bed, your heat desperately wanting him to fill you up. You’re still sucking Yoongi, wanting him to finish in your mouth but Yoongi abruptly stops you. 

‘’I’m begging you Y/N, please let me fuck you. Let me fill you up.’’ You slowly take him out of your mouth, some spit slides down to your chin but you look up to see Yoongi’s cheeks crimson red and the roots of his hair somewhat wet. He looks so beautiful and you stand to meet him eye to eye again. 

‘’Take me. I’m all yours.’’ He smiles shyly, cupping your face and kissing you with all that he’ve got. His lips mold gently against your own and you grow dizzy from his kisses. You follow his lead, letting him guide you towards the bed, his lips never leaving yours. 

‘’Be good for me and lay down.’’ You lay mildly, wanting to be good for Yoongi. He bites his lip seeing you obey so quickly. You look so mesmerizing and he’s so captured by you, the sparkle never disappearing once when he really looks at you. His hands are touching every part of you, admiring every single reaction that you give off by simply him touching you, caressing your warm skin as he takes off your clothes. He doesn’t remove another piece of clothing before giving you a small kiss on the body part that gets exposed. 

‘’This?’’ He places a kiss to your collarbone, ‘’all mine.’’ He moves down towards your breasts, ‘’these?’’ his lips latch onto your nipple, his tongue swirling around one at the time making you whimper out of disbelief over how good his tongue feels. ‘’All mine.’’ Your cheeks grow hot over how much he reassures you that you’re all his. No one else's. Just his. 

His mouth runs further down, almost reaching your heat until he looks up, seeing you so worn out with a smile and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. ‘’And lastly,’’ he places a kiss to your clit, making you gasp from the contact, ‘’your pussy, all mine.’’ He comes back up, caressing your hair with a smile on his face. ‘’Say it, say it’s all mine.’’ He whispers his words to you and you’re growing more hot by the minute, your arousal almost dripping down your thighs at Yoongi’s words. 

‘’It’s yours. All of it, yours.’’ Your fingers run through his hair, making him groan in satisfaction of feeling your fingers, touching him so sensually. 

Yoongi looks down, pumping his dick once or twice and looks back up to make sure you’re okay. You nod, spreading your legs wider for him. He presses his forehead against yours, the tip of his cock smearing itself in your arousal before pushing in with ease. As his cock finally buries itself in you, you both gasp in tact from the contact. He stretches you out so good you feel as if you’ll come again. He stays nestled in you, biting back a moan of how good you’re taking him, your walls squeezing nicely around him. You latch your lips onto his lips, peppering him with small kisses. Yoongi finally gains courage to move his hips, grinding deeper into you, retrieving and continuing on, creating an effective pace that sends your mind completely off this planet. Your eyes begin to close, fully letting go of your thoughts and focusing on the satisfaction Yoongi is giving you. 

‘’Y/N, look down.’’ Your eyes re-open, looking down, seeing Yoongi’s cock disappearing into your body. The sight itself makes you moan softly, your hand landing on Yoongi’s forearm, pressing as he picks up a quicker pace, hitting your g-spot in the process. 

‘’Shit!’’ Your grip tightens and Yoongi doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting, small pants escaping his mouth. Yoongi swears for a minute he saw stars as he felt you convulse around his cock, signaling you were indeed already close. 

‘’Fuck, I’ve dreamt of this. Me being inside of you, being the reason behind your moans, ah fuck!’’ Your nails dig into his back, the overstimulation soon takes you over and your skin burns at Yoongi’s words. He’s dreamt of fucking you, of feeling you, showing you just how much he wants you. 

‘’You feel so fucking good Yoongs– mmm.’’ Your praise causes Yoongi to curse against your lips. His hair turns more wet as well as your bodies are almost burning hot against each other. Your breath hitches as your orgasm reaches, begging to be freed. Yoongi notices the way you’ve tightened around him, your body about to let go of the awaiting orgasm. ‘’Let go for me baby.’’ You pull Yoongi’s lips down to yours, kissing him tenderly as you climax. 

‘’That’s my girl.’’ He continues, himself about to reach his high and your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him much closer. ‘’Give me all of it, Yoongi.’’ You’re begging to get your walls painted by his cum. He tightens his grip on your hip, thrusting until his hips start to stutter and with a last stroke, he does as you asked, painting your walls nicely with his cum. 

‘’Wow.’’ You both grin afterwards not believing what just happened, being too caught in the act itself. ‘’Let’s shower, hmm?’’ You follow him to the bathroom, both of you now standing under the shower head, getting yourselves wet with the warm water landing on your skins. 

Yoongi takes his shampoo, pressing the almost finished bottle and grabbing your head, applying the shampoo in your hair. His fingers caress your scalp and you close your eyes enjoying the feeling. ‘’Thank you.’’ 

You might’ve thanked Yoongi too fast because he fills his mouth up with the warm water, spitting it on your face. You shriek out of response, pushing him away, completely disgusted by his behavior. ‘’What the fuck!’’ 

‘’What? I thought you were into that stuff?’’ He’s clearly joking with you and you only roll your eyes in response, washing your hair out yourself. So much for having a romantic moment after sex… 

3 months later

‘’Relax, it’s just a barbecue with your family. You’ll be fine.’’ You look from outside the window of Yoongi’s car, your legs trembling over Marco’s sudden invitation to a barbecue. It was going to be the first family reunion with Min Yoongi as your actual boyfriend. Scary. You push through your fears, following Yoongi to the front door, your hand intertwined with his. So far your relationship with Yoongi has been a never ending ride of feeling happy and loved. Yoongi has visited your office multiple times with Namjoon, all of you grabbing lunch with Amanda and Hoseok as well. That’s where you finally introduced him as your boyfriend, for real this time. Not long after, Yoongi got invited on the set of Seokjin’s newest drama and Yoongi was a replication of a child at an amusement park for the very first time. 

‘’You came!’’ Marco cheerfully exclaimed as he opened the door, his other arm occupied by your niece, Sierra. You come up to her, giving her a peck on the forehead. ‘’Hi Marco.’’ You carefully hug him to not squish his daughter in between you. 

Yoongi walks by right after you, giving the mainstream bro hug. You finally get to the outside garden, everyone already gathered. You were only late because you were scared of seeing your mother after you haven’t talked to her since the wedding. Yoongi reminded you that just because she was your mother, does not mean she has a right to stay in your life if she’s affecting you this badly. You’ve grown up, basically without her, you can do that again. Which explains no contact since you started dating Yoongi. He was your family, along with Philip and Sam, Uncle Seokjin, Marco, Aunt Pamela and Amanda. They were your family. They made you feel so good about yourself, making you see every good quality of yourself. Those are the people you want in your life. Although, today you’re gonna have to face her. 

It’s funny, she expects you to talk and greet her but instead you walk straight to Marco’s wife, greeting her kindly and going around, Yoongi holding onto your pinky from behind, smiling at everyone. 

‘’Y/N.’’ Your mother calls and Yoongi sees you flinch, rubbing your hand for comfort to show you that no matter what happens, he’s here and many others are as well. 

You stand in front of her, holding onto your strong words. 

‘’Mom, listen, I–’’ 

‘’You haven’t contacted me since the wedding!’’ 

‘’Please, just listen to me for once.’’ Your tone makes her halt, shutting her mouth in surprise letting you speak freely, for once in your life. ‘’I am so tired of not being heard, I am your daughter. If you want to have me in your life, you’re gonna have to work on how to properly be there for me.’’ You look behind you, Yoongi nodding his head in approval of your words, being proud out of his mind. You finally stood against your mother and already, you feel so much better. 

Your mother lets out a puff, not answering which you don’t mind. You got to say what you needed to and can now enjoy the rest of the evening with none other than your boyfriend, Min Yoongi. 

‘’Oh! Y/N, you look happy.’’ Aunt Bridget comments, spotting the big smile easily. 

‘’I am very happy, indeed.’’ You look up to meet Yoongi’s eyes, the sparkle reminding you of the love he has for you. 

‘’I bet you are darling!’’ Aunt Bridget smirks, meaning something completely off-putting. 

You and Yoongi catch on, laughing in sync over Aunt Bridget’s attempt to make you uncomfortable. 

‘’Good one.’’ You wink at her, Yoongi and you continue to mingle, not a single worry in sight. You were finally at peace with yourself.

THE END

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Also can I also ask for a favor 👉👈

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